The gentleness of convalescence

The gentleness of illness and convalescence, of time stretching out infinitely, of a time made boundless with the unreal sensation brought on by fever. The contours of the real fade away; what remains in us, like a very light sediment of the world itself, is the pure sensation of existence.

Anne Dufourmantelle, Power of Gentleness: Meditations on the Risk of Living, 94.